I nod. "It is."
He looks at me and I know what he's about to say is something I need to hear. He's always been this wise, old soul, I think that's why Bright Side liked him so much. "We all have our own journey. The older I get the more I'd like to believe that I'm here to set an example for a younger generation ... like you. But what Kate and Grace," he looks pointedly at me to make sure he has my attention, "and you, my boy, have taught me over the years is that I am the student, not the teacher. The three of you young people are the most sincere, passionate human beings I've ever met. The care you put into your friendships is unsurpassed." His face softens as he smiles at me again. "You are so like your mother."
I smile. It's all I can do; because that's one of the nicest things anyone's ever said to me.
He nods and smiles to acknowledge my silent acceptance of his compliment. "Where is Kate's violin?"
"It's in my room. She left it to me." I pause, then say, "You should really take it. You gave it to her."
He smiles and shakes his head. "I may have given it to her and encouraged her to play, but it belongs with you."
I've been thinking about this for a long time. "I want to have it mounted in a glass case to display on the wall. What do you think?"
He nods. "I think that would be a fitting memorial to a very talented and dear girl."
Instead of feeling sad, I feel resolved. "Will you play it one more time? Today? I think Bright Side would like to see you play it one more time before it's retired."
He looks up to the sky and his Bright Side smile returns. "I would be honored."
Silence settles in for a few minutes before he says, "I haven't seen you smoke since I've been here. Am I too hopeful to assume you've quit?"
"I quit. I'm sucking it up. Oh, but I'm addicted to gum now." I point to my mouth to illustrate my point. "Traded one filthy habit for another."
"Good. And one more thing, Gus. I know we haven't talked much about your career, but I keep an eye on you. Through Audrey, of course, but I also follow your tour schedules, your album rankings, reviews, and interviews online. I have a feeling you haven't peaked yet, not with your incredible potential. With that comes success and failure, depending on how you foster, nurture, and embrace that potential. I think you're at a point in your life now to do all of those things in a way that fulfills you. And I wish you all the success you can handle before it breaks you. Everyone has a limit and some break far more quickly than others, destroyed by fame and money," his face looks intense for a moment, before he looks back at me, smiling gently. "I know neither of those appeals to you and I hope for your sanity's sake, they never do."
"Who just said they weren't wise?" I tease, but his words linger in my ears. They reinforce a lot of my hopes and fears. He's right. He's always right.
Ma makes two pans of her famous cinnamon rolls. We're all sitting on the beach wrapped up in blankets, because it's chilly out by the water. Pax and I destroy one pan between the two of us like a couple of greedy savages. And everyone else shares the other pan like civilized people.
A text comes in from Keller while we're eating. When I open it, it's a video of Stella and him singing, the little purple CD player sitting on the table next to them. Stella's really belting it out. I turn up the volume and we all watch. Every one of us is smiling because what's going on in this video is pure joy and love, and that's what this day should be all about. When they're done singing they both wish me a Merry Christmas and thank me for the gifts. I didn't send the gifts for a thank you like this, but I know I will never erase this message.
When we return to the house, I go straight for the tree and hand out my gifts to everyone. Gift giving, not gift getting, is my favorite part of the holidays. I got Pax some nice headphones, Impatient a first edition of her favorite book, and Gustov a bottle of his favorite wine. I'm most excited about Ma's present, so I save it for last. Bright Side and Grace used to always spend Christmas morning with us, because their mom was a slacker on the whole parental obligation front, and we used to exchange one homemade gift. Bright Side and Grace never had any money, but they always managed to make something heartfelt and meaningful, so Ma and I tried to do the same. This year I'm giving her music: it's a few verses of lyrics that Bright Side wrote, God only knows when, accompanied by a couple dozen measures of piano music I wrote last week to go along with it. I hand wrote it all out on thick vellum and had it matted and framed. I tell Ma before she opens it that it's from Bright Side and me, and the happy tears are already flowing before it's unwrapped.
Day made.
The only thing that makes the day better is listening to the maestro play Bright Side's violin. We're all sitting in the living room after dinner when I bring it out and present it to him. Ma, Impatient, Pax, and I sit on the sofa and Gustov takes a chair off to the side. He always sits on the very edge of his seat when he plays, like he's poised to leap up off of it at any moment. He sits like he's spring-loaded, and only the music keeps him confined to a sitting position. He quickly tunes the instrument and rosins the bow. And then he plays. They each had their own style, he and Bright Side. Finesse was a common link, and grace, but their emotions came through differently. Bright Side played with her entire body; it was a reaction to the music. If you had put earplugs in and just watched her play, I swear you would've still heard the song. And you definitely would've felt it. The maestro is all energy when he plays, vigor more than emotion. It's like winding up a top and letting it go. Him playing her instrument is a fitting, beautiful way to seal the day. It's like the coda in the song of her life. I finally feel like that part of Bright Side can rest. I'll hear her forever playing in my mind, and that's enough for me.
Tuesday, December 26
(Scout)
I'm packing my lunch for work when Gus walks in the kitchen. Paxton is still sleeping and Audrey took Gustov to the airport early this morning to catch his flight home.
"There's some banana bread left if you want some."
He stops and thinks for a minute, he looks tired, and then he nods like he's made up his mind. "I want some."